When by the wacky vagaries of fate You find yourself possessed of evidence That, generally known, would stir up great Hilarity and laughter at events- How difficult it is remaining mum When you just want to holler from on high, And bite at probability your thumb, Thus bidding secrecy a fond goodbye. Intolerable to have … Continue reading June 4: Setec Astronomy
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June 3: Sonnet 154
By means of online dictionaries paired With equal measures of tenacity And stubbornness, for five months I have bared My life in sonnets for the world to see. Though my ambitions sometimes fall quite short Of what I dearly hope they will become, Whether by concepts I fail to comport, Or elements that cannot make … Continue reading June 3: Sonnet 154
June 2: Positive Reinforcement
When stopping silly arguments results In finding unexpected things to read, And when returning calls like an adult To lovely meals with dearest friends may lead, And sharing supper with a transient Precedes escaping my rehearsal early; Instead of grousing, currying content In dogs, who spread their joy amongst the surly. Magical thinking, this, to … Continue reading June 2: Positive Reinforcement
June 1: Unmitigated Gull
A solitary gull ignores the water In hopes that tasty tidbits come his way From those who crowd the rocks to spot an otter Along the kelp-choked edges of the bay. Disdainfully regarding all the squirrels Whose antic japes delight the human flocks, He claps his wings, demanding their deferral, And sends them scurrying among … Continue reading June 1: Unmitigated Gull
May 31: Phooey.
One does what one can do, but that is all. One tries not to leave any in the lurch. One aims to issue orders not too tall So that with failure one need not be smirched. One tries to take account for human needs. One tries one's very utmost not to nag. One to a … Continue reading May 31: Phooey.
May 30: Night Drive to Camarillo
This journey I am calling quadrupedal Since over three days it will have four legs, This scruffy dog I am renaming Wheedle, For kisses he delivers while he begs. That dachshund is a desk upon whose back A halting sonnet I seek to contrive. The Goodyear grounded under skies of black: A Giant tethered by … Continue reading May 30: Night Drive to Camarillo
May 29th: Roughing Up
The final word of my initial draft Cuts like a fiery sword into my brain, And in my frenzy I shall seize the haft- For editing I'll need it's blade again! For even as I celebrate the end Of that most painful process of producing Fictional fabric which sharp eyes will rend Into which criticisms … Continue reading May 29th: Roughing Up
May 28: Hail to Purple
O tree whose bounteous blossoms glow between Silver-white brightness of overcast sky, The sidewalk gray, and foliage of green; Your vibrancy cannot but draw the eye In neon violet marching up the hill Flanking the street, perfectly parallel; Prolific panicles that gently spill Scalloped corollas in a silent knell. These brief, abundant weeks will end … Continue reading May 28: Hail to Purple
May 27: Storied Past
It's been too long since I have written fiction. Though sonnets with my talent set align, I can't deny my potent predilection For telling tales of more than fourteen lines. And so I wrestled with a piece of writing That previously had given me some trouble, Whose characters just wanted to keep fighting, And so … Continue reading May 27: Storied Past
May 25: Roman à Clef
Each couple has two origins: the one They tell their families and then the version Their friends retell, not just because it's fun, But also from their own tales it's diversion. That pair who met “at work” met in a bar; In World of Warcraft is “we met online;” “We're high school sweethearts” means he … Continue reading May 25: Roman à Clef
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